Scootaloo couldn’t wait! She was on a bench, sitting in the Wonderbolt locker room, awaiting Spitfire. She was bouncing in her seat in excitement, for she had been picked as the first official junior Wonderbolt despite her inability to fly.  Hell, she seemed to be the only one picked for it. But she was a young and eager little filly who only knew of fun and adventure, and with this, she’d not only have that, but she’d also get to hang with her favorite hero more often as well. The little caramel colored filly really began to bounce even more once she saw Captain Spitfire enter the room, with a clipboard being held between her wings. Scootaloo jumped up right in front of her and hopped about like a jackhammer “Captain Spitfire! You’re here! How’d I do on my written tests?! Perfect, right?! Super perfect! I am sooooo ready for the physical! So are we doing it now?! Huh huh huh?!”

“Ha!” Chuckled Spitfire as she gave the clipboard another look over. “Yep, we totally are. But first, stand up straight, soldier!” Spitfire demanded with a light hearted spirit about it.

“Yes Ma’am, er, sir? Ma’am sir!” Scootaloo stood up on all four of her legs, looking straight as Spitfire began to lower her head to examine her body, all the way down to her flank. “So uh, am I really the only one eligible for this? What about the other pegasi?”

“Hey, none are as good as you, Squirt. Probably because they don’t get to hang with our star Wonderbolt.” Spitfire said with praise, but her eyes, she was surveying every part of Scootaloo very slowly, even giving a lick to her lips as she observed her flanks. She placed down her clipboard for a moment, and gave a stroke to Scootaloo’s side with her wing, being rewarded with a quick jolt and a giggle.

“H-hey! That tickles!” Scootaloo said with a gentle titter, wiggling just a bit from the soft touch of Spitfire’s wing.

“Stand straight, soldier! This is part of the test after all, enemies will do all sorts of things to try to get information out of you! You have to resist pain in any fashion, and temptation at any cost. Even tickling is a form of torture, so if you can’t even take a prod, then what good are ya?” Spitfire yelled out, demanding that Scootaloo resist the temptation to laugh.

“Y-yes, m-ma’am!” Scootaloo stood tall again, and this time closed her eyes as she expected a soft touch to her side. Tickling? Ah man, she didn’t expect that. Was that going to be part of the physical? Well, maybe it had to be, as pain training might be too intense for fillies her age. Still, she hated being tickled, and instead just wanted to train so she could learn to finally fly.

“Good…” Spitfire said, with some thirst in her tone. She didn’t even complain that Scootaloo had her eyes closed, to her, it’d make this even better. As soon as Scootaloo was standing utterly still, she reached her wing over again, and began to stroke it along her side, left and right, very gently. Even giving the middle of her flank a soft sweep. She paid very close attention to Scootaloo’s reaction. She had such a sweet smile. She was closing her eyes and mouth tight to prevent a titter, but she just couldn’t hide that smirk. Spitfire stops, and begins to step forward out of the Locker Room. “Good work, Squirt. You passed the preliminary. Now we gotta really get ya tested, follow me.”

“Yeah!” Cheered out the ignorant little filly as she began to follow Spitfire to an odd hallway “...Although, is it really gonna be more tickling? It’s kind of weird, y’know? Adults are always saying you shouldn’t let strangers touch you too much.”

“Eh, don’t worry, we got machines for all our physical tests. As for the tickling part? Yeah, there’s some more, we gotta make sure you won’t talk if you’re ever captured. I mean, it rarely ever happens, but you just gotta make sure. Don’t worry squirt, nopony is gonna wiggle their hooves on ya to make ya laugh. We got a machine for that too… Right… In there.” Spitfire was passing a whole set of doors, up until she reached one with a window beside it, looking into a totally white room with nothing in it but some odd wires and… Soarin? Huh. “Yeah, just step in there, and Soarin will get you hooked up.”

“Hooked up?” Scootaloo said, a little startled at the wires. “Are those things gonna shock me or something?”

“Sorta? It’s nothing painful, squirt. Trust me, we got the settings way way down. But, I get it, it does look pretty scary, right? Guess you don’t wanna be a Wonderbolt all THAT badly, eh?” Spitfire said, looking down at her with a shifty smirk. Trying to fool her into stepping through the door, the filly still ignorant to hers… And now Soarin’s… true plan.

“Huh?! What?! I do wanna be a Wonderbolt! I just didn’t… Er, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t gonna get cooked or something. Hah! Watch this, noooo problem.” Scootaloo said as she began to march inside. She thought she was gonna get tickled, but she didn’t see any feathers or tickle like tools or anything. A shock test? That can’t be too bad, how hard could it be? “Heya Soarin, what’s up?”

“Not much, Scootaloo! Just here to help Spitfire with the test, gotta get these nodes on your body before we start.” Soarin said as he greeted her with a smile.

“Noooo problem. Er, nodes huh?” Scootaloo gave the wires a closer look. They were coming from the ground, all ending with a small metal nub. “These are kind of weird though. Where’s the tape? Or sticky things or something? How are you gonna get them on me?”

“Well, got this magnetic cream we use, actually.” Soarin says with a lighthearted laugh as he holds up a strange black bottle. “Gets rubbed all over your body to make the nodes cling to you. Though, it’s gonna be hard to get them off while their on. But that’s just how magnetism works. It’ll be ok though, nothing us Wonderbolts can’t handle, right?”

“Right!” Scootaloo said with a confident nod. “So… Do I rub that on myself?”

Soarin shakes his head. “Nope, only a trained Wonderbolt can use this stuff.”

“So uh… Like Captain Spitfire?” Scootaloo asked, still enthusiastic, if a little nervous about it having to be rubbed in at all.

“Nope… I’m the only one trained to do it, actually. It’s why I’m here. Why, is something wrong?” Soarin asked, faking his ignorance.

“Huh?! N-no! N-nothing’s wrong. It’s just… Erm. Umm…” Scootaloo looked up at Soarin, and for some reason felt nervous enough to blush, causing her to look back down. “J-just seems weird that a boy has to rub it in, that’s all.”

Soarin reached over, and gave Scootaloo a gentle pet on the head with his hoof. “I can see where you’re coming from. But we’re the Wonderbolts, Scootaloo. It’s nothing we haven’t done before for one another. For us, we look past mares and stallions and just see fellow ponies. So… Hmm, just think of it as that, alright? It’ll be normal soon, promise.” Soarin said to reassure her.

“O-ok… S-so, do I just stand like this?” Scootaloo asked, still looking away with a nervous blush, standing straight with her wings up.

“Yep. You can close your eyes if you want though, this stuff is kinda cold. Ok? Ready? Here we go.” Soarin said in a gentle tone as he began to pour some of the magnetic cream along his right wing, to use as a sort of brush. “This might tickle a little, Scootaloo, but it’s the best way to get it on your body. So do your best to hold still.”

“Ok.. Ngh! Hehe! T-that’s cooolllldha” Scootaloo said with a very light titter, fidgeting as she felt Soarin’s wing brush the liquid along her side with his wing like a paintbrush. She kept her eyes closed as to not think about being touched upon, but that couldn’t save her from the ticklish feeling.

“I know, I know. Just hold still, will be done soon.” Soarin said, taking his chance to look over Scootaloo a little more closely as she kept her eyes closed. At first, he was getting the cream along both her sides, eliciting only the tiniest titters from her. Rubbing it along her wings also created a bit of a stronger snicker, something he thought interesting and very cute to see and hear, he had never considered wings being ticklish before, very adorable. When he got to her chest,flanks, and legs however, oh man, she was letting out giggles. But her face, under that smile, she was looking very very shy and timid…. So delicious. He took a breath as he could feel himself getting hard, and did his best to hold his erection back. Still, he had to see how’d she react to a lower touch. He took his wing, and starting from her chest, slowly slid it down to her belly, giving her left crotchtit a few circles with the tip of his wing. She lets out a full on giggle before jumping away in shock.

“S-Soarin?! What gives?! Y-you’re not supposed to touch me there!” Scootaloo barked at him, already feeling rather violated.

“Hey! Hey! Relax, remember what I said?  We’re all ponies here, we’re all equals. Look, the nodes are gonna go to a lot of odd places, so I gotta make sure they cling there. Captain, mind helping me out here?” Soarin says, looking to the window for Spitfire’s response.

Using an intercom, Spitfire speaks through it to Scootaloo. “He’s right, Squirt, it’s all normal procedure. We just need to make sure the cream gets on you properly to prevent injury, ok?”

“... O-ok.” Scootaloo was nearly taken aback by this. Was this true? Did all Wonderbolts do this? How weird. But… If that’s what it took. She took a long breath, closed her eyes, and stood tall once more. “R-ready”

“Ok, let’s finish this up then. Hold still, alright? No giggling. Still gotta get a few more spots on your body. Oh, gonna need you to raise your tail too.” Soarin said, his voice soothing, hiding his perverse lust.

“M-my tail? Oh no, wait, you’re not gonna touch me… E-er… There, are you?” Scootaloo asked, stepping back and sitting down as she wrapped her tail around herself “T-that’s a really private spot. I’m not supposed to let anypony touch me there, I r-really mean that”

“Hey, I know. It’s just a small dab, ok? Heh, I can see you don’t really understand all this Wonderbolt test stuff yet. How about letting me finish up, and I’ll get Captain Spitfire to put them nodes on you instead of me, will that make you more comfortable? I mean, we gotta get this done so you can be a Wonder Bolt like us, right? Wouldn’t that make Rainbow Dash happy? To see you suited up like her?” Soarin asked, trying to coax the little filly into giving what he wanted.

“N-ngh… I-I guess that would be ok…” Scootaloo gulped, and started to second guess herself. But then, what if she did decide to back off? Rainbow Dash would be so disappointed she backed out. She wondered if Rainbow Dash had to even do any kind of test like this at all, it just didn’t seem right. But if even the Captain of the Wonderbolts said this was the proper method, then… Who was she to argue? She hesitates, then slowly stands, uncurling and then raising her tail as she keeps her eyes shut. “O-ok, g-go ahead.”

Soarin smirks to himself as he dabs his wing tips into more of the magnetic liquid. Very slowly, he places his wing on her chest again and lets it slide down to her other crotchtit, just a small tiny bump with a nipple, and this time let’s it flick and wiggle. Immediately, Scootaloo let’s out a sharp breath before breaking out in stifled giggling as she tries to stand in place. Soarin could tell she was very very ticklish there, and was using all her concentration to hold back her laughter. Her little breast felt so lovely along his wing, like a soft sexy lover who had no choice but to take it. But he knew he’d have to resist or else she might catch on. As fun as it’d be to torture and stimulate her crotchtits alone and send her into hysterics , he quickly slides his wing out and let’s it scrape right along her tiny slit, a small press right on her clit. Scootaloo jumps forward with a surprise pleasured gasp, with a feeling she had never felt before…. Ever.

“There we go, all done! Good job, Scootaloo, you managed it like a trooper. But, heh, I saw you smiling a lot. Did it tickle?” Soarin asked, like a teasing big brother, acting like his final action never happened.

Scootaloo was still a little lost in trying to figure out why his touch suddenly made her feel… Well, she couldn’t describe the feeling, and maybe she shouldn’t… Maybe it was bad, as she had heard about bad touches before. But upon hearing the words “Did it tickle?”, she snapped to attention, shaking her head and laughing nervously as she dismissed his words. “H-huh? Nah, I was just thinking about something funny. Erm…” Scootaloo began to feel nervous again, she started to rub her leg in a shy fashion as she asked “C-can Captain Spitfire do the next thing?”

“Already said she would, right? Ok, outta here for now, just gonna watch through the window.” Soarin said as he gave Scootaloo a gentle pat. She resisted just a little, but only out of the odd fuzzy feelings she had been feeling as she was being fondled. Soarin then leaves the room…

“Heh, don’t think I didn’t see what you did there. Have fun?” Spitfire asked him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, took everything I had not to bust a nut. Do you see how ticklish she is? Even her tits are sensitive, oh man… I can’t wait to see her laugh.” Soarin said, ready to deflower the little filly now.

“Hah, and fuck her too, I bet. Don’t worry, flyboy, I’ll get her prepped up for you. Just remember to do the same for me for when he play with Rumble later, got it?”  Spitfire says as she prepares to step into the room.

“Hey, no problem, Captain. Guy is cute enough for a little guy on guy action.” Soarin says with a chuckle.

“Just make sure not to make him cum when you prep him, ok? You only get one shot with a boy, but I’m sure you already knew that.” Spitfire reminds him.

“Don’t have to tell me twice. Just don’t make her cum either, I want to be her first.” Soarin tells her.

“Gotcha” Spitfire says with a wink as she steps into the room with the nervous filly. “Heya, Squirt, doing ok so far?”

“U-umm, yeah!” Scootaloo said with excitement at first, to seem enthused for Spitfire, but then she began to relent again, shivering a bit in nervousness about how the test has gone so far. “It’s just uhh… Well, you saw, right? I-is that kind of touching really a thing here? For tests, I mean?”

“Yeah, really is. Don’t worry though, Soarin is pretty professional about it. A creepy Stallion might have just kept touching you in those places for as long as he wanted.” Spitfire said as she neared the wired nodes and beckoned Scootaloo to come closer “Step over here kid, gotta get you hooked up.”

“Ok! But erm… Why would a stallion want to touch those places at all? I was told to never let them touch them there, but I was never told why. Do you know?” Scootaloo asked as she stepped towards the spot Spitfire was pointing at, and stood still. Her confidence was returning to her, as she felt a lot more comfortable around another girl. 

“Ahh, I’ll tell you later. For now, let’s focus on the test, alright?” Spitfire said as she set four of the nodes, that looked like wide cups, on the ground.

“Y-yes, Captain Spitfire.” Scootaloo said with a disappointed tone. She really wanted to know, but perhaps that would detract too much from the test to find out.  “So, what are those for?”

“Your hooves, You’re gonna step into these and they’ll lock right on.” Spitfire informed her.

“Oh, erm… Ok. T-these aren’t gonna hurt, right? Just a little shock?” Scootaloo asked as she raised her first hoof, but hesitated in bringing it down.

“Yep,  just enough. Nothing painful, just more of an annoying tingle.” Spitfire said as she started to grab on to the node nubs. “Alright, while you slip those on, let’s just…” Spitfire starts placing the little nubs on Scootaloo’s legs, chest, sides, middle belly, flanks… But as she placed one on the nipple of her right crotchtit, Scootaloo jumped back with a titter once more. 

“Haha! Huh?! Hey, umm… d-don’t tell me they are gonna go there too.” Scootaloo said with a gulp, how could this be a test?! Really? Her private parts?

“Yep, they are spots our enemies would really use to try to get information out of you. It’s a requirement, Squirt, but it ain’t too bad. Had to put those on mine too and I was ok with it” Spitfire lied, but giving her a reassuring smile as to hope to calm her down.

“...O-oh… Erm. W-well, I guess if you had to go through it.” Scootaloo said with a slow breath, blushing from embarrassment as she goes to slip on the node rings onto her hooves once more. “O-ok, put the other one on. I-I can handle it.”

“Sure thing.” Spitfire said, complying as Scootaloo winces on the placement of the next node. But then, as she watched Spitfire pull up the last one, she noticed this one was more of a small rod. “D-don’t tell me that goes in my mouth! That’s really gonna hurt, isn’t it?!”

“Well, it probably would if that's where it was going. But I’m gonna be straight with you, Squirt, it’s gonna go into your peehole.” Spitfire said as Scootaloo already went wide eyed in shock.

“What?! But won’t that totally hurt?! Why even put it in… O-oh…” She calmed down when she realized why it’d go in, but still, it seemed wrong. “Because that’s what the bad guys would do. But… It just seems so… Wrong. Did you have to do it too?” Scootaloo looked to her, with unsure eyes.

“Yeah, it was pretty tough too. But hey, it’s only one for us girls. It’s really bad for the boys, probably why us mares are the best at handling this kind of stuff.” Spitfire, once again, lied. Well, semi-lied, as she and Soarin did plan to use the same method on Rumble at one point.

Scootaloo, while hesitant, did react positively to the comment of being a superior mare. She also wondered why it was worse for boys. “Why is it… Oh no! Does that mean it goes into their peehole too?! Geez,  it’s so small though.”

“Yep, plus they get extra nodes along their little penis too. Trust me, this ain’t no big. You got this! Show the Wonderbolts what you got, ok?” Spitfire said as she held up the rod, ready to insert it when Scootaloo showed a enthusiasm to her words.

“Yeah! Totally easy! Ok…” Scootaloo turned around, raising her tail in wait for the rod. “Let’s do it!”

Spitfire chuckled an almost dark chuckle as she took a moment to appreciate Scootaloo’s virgin pussy. It was so soft looking, her ass puckered, and yet she wasn’t winking at all… So innocent. She takes the rod and very slowly inserts it into her pussy, taking a moment to let it wiggle. She is rewarded with Scootaloo letting out a gentle grunt and moan as she steps a few steps forward.

“U-uh…” Scootaloo said, her face red from the feeling of… oddness she just felt. “W-what was that? That… I expected it to hurt… And…”

Spitfire just looked to her with a sly grin. “And…?”

“... Erm, nothing. I’m ready for the test now…” Scootaloo said, in a tone that showed she was unsure. But not about the test, more about what she just felt. In either case, Spitfire herself wishes her good luck, and steps out of the room.

“Did you see the way she reacted to the rod?” Spitfire said with a smirk, giving Soarin a gentle nudge.

“Oh yeah, she’s REALLY sensitive alright.  Gonna have to be careful with that though, don’t want her to cum early.” Soarin said, looking at the eager yet hesitant filly through the window.

“Heh, You don’t want that. I wouldn’t mind turning that thing on full blast and just watching her squirm. Anyway…” Spitfire turned on the intercom “You ready Squirt? Because once we start, we’re turning off the intercom until the next phase.”

“Yeah! I can take it! Bring it on!” Scootaloo said with an excited hop. Her worries began to wash away when she realized how close she was to becoming a wonderbolt.

“Gotcha.” Spitfire said as she shut off the intercom and looked at Sorin. “Welp, gonna go get into costume. Have fun.”

“Oh, I will…” Soarin said as he licked his lips, preparing to toy with a few buttons on the control console in front of him.

Scootaloo just stood there, waiting, looking around, ignorant of the true intentions of her teachers. “Huh… I wonder when it’s going to… uhhh?! Unhhh… ngh.” Suddenly, the nodes on her chest and sides began to buzz, sending little tiny shocks through her body. They weren’t really unpleasant either, just kind of like an annoying poke. “H-huh, this isn’t so bad. I thought it was gonna hurt. Maybe this’ll be easy after all.”

For about thirty more seconds these nodes lightly buzzed. Suddenly, the nodes on her flank began to buzz, with the circle nodes on her hooves sending out little light shocks of her own. Suddenly, it wasn’t like an annoying poke. It felt like someone was trying to tickle her with very light taps. She wiggled a little, and found herself smirking, but she steeled herself to keep herself from losing it. “W-what?! Haa! Hngh! I-it tickles? A-ah geez, t-this isn’t good. C-c’mon Scootaloo, d-don’t laugh…” Spitfire did say they’d just tingle, but did she actually mean tickle?! Oh no, not good, if she loses it then she’ll just lose herself to her own giggling. And with the intercom off… Could they hear her? The truth is they could, but they wouldn’t let her know that.

After awhile more, the nodes that were on began to increase in intensity, with the one on her belly and wings soon joining in on the tingling torture. Scootaloo was tense, closing her eyes as she began to breath rapidly, the sound of little titters escaping her breath as it began to really tickle. Normally, she’d not be able to handle what she was feeling now, but she was putting her all into it, to make sure she can prove herself to Captain Spitfire. “Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t HEEEEENNGGH!”. Though, now she found her defenses utterly obliterated once the nodes on her little crotch breasts began to buzz. Scootaloo fell on her side, kicking, laughing as she tried to contain herself. This feeling, it wasn’t normal tickling. The buzz on her crotchtits was making her body feel weird, and yet her mind couldn’t even spend the time to figure out why as it was too busy being assaulted by the overwhelming feeling of laughter. “HAHAHEHEHE! NOOOHAHAH! I GOTTA HOLD ONNNHAHAHA! GOTTA HOLD ONAAAHAHAHAH!”

Scootaloo was entering both lighter giggling and heavier laughing fits as the nodes tortured her body. She had a wide toothy smile whenever she managed to clench her mouth shut, but it wouldn’t last before bursting into full blown laughter from sudden more powerful jolts onto her crotchtits. She had NEVER been touched there by anything before, and it was soooo ticklish to her. Even worse, they seemed to be getting more sensitive as time went on. “NOOOHAHA! GOTTA HOLD! HAHAH! NEED…. NEED. NOT LAUGH… NOT… NOOOO HEHEHE!” Everytime she found some quick second of resistance, she found herself breaking into a squeal from another shock to her tits. And then, suddenly, she felt her pussy clenching randomly onto the rod. Her red face, which was already bright from the previous hidden molestation she endured and the heavy laughter she was enduring now, was practically glowing as weird and yet, not horrid tinges of pleasure, began to pulse into her mind from every time her pussy gripped onto the rod. “WHAHAT?! WHAT’S GOING ON NOWHAHA! I FEEL WEIRD! HAHAHA! I CAN’T HOLD….AHHHHHHHH!”

Suddenly, without warning, the rod in her pussy let out a powerful jolt. In an instant, Scootaloo let out a powerful groan, knocking her to the ground as she felt her body heat up with a strange and yet scary sense of pleasure. It was enough to even stop her laughter for a moment as she tried to process what just happened. “What in the hay?! W-what was, ngh, was that? I feel ti-ting- OH NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” But she couldn’t maintain herself as all the nodes continued to send tickling waves into her nonstop. Even worse, the nodes on her hooves began to really light up, making her kick and scream as she rolled on the ground. “HAHAHAHNOOOHAHANONONONOHEHEHE! STHAP! STOOOP ALREADY! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHHNNNN!” And again, the one in her pussy stops her giggling as she let’s out another pleasured scream. “Pl-please, I can barely take this anymore… I feel NGHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Indeed, these pleasured shocks, were her only moments of reprieve from the horrible tickling. Even worse, she was sure what was going on in her pussy wasn’t supposed to happen. It felt wrong, especially with the way it was winking and leaking. But… It stopped the tickling ever so often, it wasn’t… That bad, right? Amazingly, Scootaloo is able to take all this as the nodes finally shut off. Her laughter breaking down to tired giggling as she laid on her side, panting, her body now moist with sweat. She was too focused on recovering to even try to yank off the nodes. Her body felt like her sides would split, her pussy was tingling a feeling that involuntarily caused her to rub her hind legs together, and her face was drooling from too much involuntary laughter. But she held on, it was over… Wasn’t it?

And that’s when the door opened. Scootaloo barely turned her head to see a pony garbed in a black commander’s hat and black jacketed vest. However, what was really odd, were the weird blue Diamond Dog ears she had over her own. “C-captain…?” She said weakly, still panting on the ground as the garbed figured did appear to be Spitfire herself. 

Spitfire wandered over to Scootaloo, sat on her belly, and raised Scootaloo’s head gently as she gave her a sultry look. “Commander, actually. Commander Bark of the East Diamond Dog forces… And it seems I captured a little recruit.”

“C-c’mon, don’t kid around… That was already really brutal, I-I don’t think I could do another test so soon. I feel weird, like… Bad weird. But… It felt, good too? I’m so con-” But Scootaloo’s weak ramblings is cut off as Spitfire leaned her head in for a forceful kiss on the lips, forcing her tongue in for a longing lustful liplock.

Scootaloo blushed, then with renewed energy and repulsion, she pushed herself back and spit out some of the lingering saliva from Spitfire’s mouth. “Ewwww! What are you doing?! What was that for?!”

“You’re my captive, and my slave. We don’t appreciate slaves who try to fight back.” Spitfire said with a snicker as she stood up and brought her wing over to Scootaloo’s side to give it a wiggling tickle. “And don’t frown so much, it looks awful.” 

Scootaloo coughed out a small laugh and stepped back further, looking at Spitfire with mounting anger. “What are you doing?! Stop that! This is wrong!  I mean…” Scootaloo stops when she realises what must be going on. She was in costume, as an enemy, so she must be trying to get her to give up. But her methods, was this really proper procedure?! Is this how the enemy really tries to get information from Wonderbolts and royal soldiers?! She didn’t know what to do. Should… Should she just press on and get it over with? Or perhaps just try to rationalize why this all didn’t seem all too proper. “...Ngh…” She really REALLY wanted to be at Rainbow Dash’s side… So. With a scared whimper, she answers “I-I mean… If you’re gonna get any information out of me… Y-you’re out of luck. I-I’ll never give in.” Scootaloo sheepishly said, not even realizing she was tearing up, not only from the laughter from prior, but from the sad fact that she internally knew this was wrong.

Spitfire nearly laughed at that, she was honestly surprised Scootaloo was still willing to treat this as a test. She really didn’t realize she was just a toy at this point. Well then, it’d make things all the better for when she finally does realize this wasn’t any kind of test at all. “No?” Spitfire said sexily as she wandered over to Scootaloo again, and slowly began to give her a long lick on her neck, Scootaloo flinching and closing her eyes as she did so. “You think you can resist my methods?”

“Y-yes...  Nothing you can do… W-will make me talk.” Scootaloo forced out, closing her eyes tighter, scared as to what was coming next. Spitfire just chuckled, and taking advantage of Scootaloo’s closed eyes, pushed her down onto her back. Scootaloo let out a yelp as she fell, then looked up in fear, really not knowing what was coming next.  “W-what are you doing?! Ngh, why did you do that?!”

“So I can do this.” Spitfire used her wings as hands to hold Scootaloo’s front hooves back as she laid on her belly once more and craned her head over to Scootaloo’s chest. She took a sniff at the liquid, and let out a loving sigh as it smelled of delicious cherries. Indeed, the magnetic liquid did do well in keeping the nubs in place, but it also was safe to lick up, and rather tasty to boot. And so, pulling off the nubs, she began to lick at Scootaloo’s chest, causing some of the fluff to puff up. “Little filly, you taste soooo good.”

“N-ngh...W-what are you? Why? What does this… STOP!” Scootaloo finally had enough, and slips one of her hooves out of Spitfire’s hoof to slap her, but before she could even strike, the nubs that were on her suddenly lit up, causing Scootaloo to suddenly scream in laughter as she struggled under Spitfire. “NAHAHAHAHA STHAAAP STHAAAP HAHAHAHAHA! WHHYYYEHAHAHAHAHA!”

“My compatriot, Bite, is watching through that window. You try to struggle, then we’ll make you that happiest filly anypony has ever seen. Now…” Spitfire held Scootaloo down tighter, feeling her struggle under her as she went back to licking the giggling fillie’s chest. “Take your punishment while I have my snack.”

“NOOOHAHAHA! STHAHAHAP! I GIVE UPPPHAHAHAH! I DON’T WANNA BEHAHAHAHA A WONDERBOLT! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!” Scootaloo screamed in laughter before letting out a gasp of pleasure, the rod in her pussy was still in place, and gave her a light shock once more. “Nghhehe...haaannnngh, sthahap” After the shock, the nubs had stopped their ticklish shocks, but Scootaloo still found herself fidgeting and panting as Spitfire moved on to her belly, wiggling her tongue along her lean yet slightly fillyish plumb belly. Then, pulling off one of the nubs on her crotchtits with her mouth, she enveloped it with her entire mouth and began to circle her tongue along the little nipple, already erect from Scootaloo’s unwanted arousal. And due to her weakened state and ticklishness, Spitfire’s suckling ultimately tickled her into uncontrollable giggle fits. And yet, now knowing this was all wrong, still tried to protest. “STAHAHAHAP! STAHAHAHP! I’LL HURTHAHAHA YOU! I’LLHAHAHA GET RAINBOWHAHAHA DASHAHAHA!”

Spitfire just moaned gently as she suckled the little breast, giving it both short and long licks while enjoying it’s texture and taste, giving it little nips that awarded her with gasps between her laughter, and giving little sucks right on the nipple itself just due to how cute and small it looked.. She then stopped to lick her own lips and give Scootaloo’s pussy a look. It was winking like any aroused mare’s pussy would. “Stop? But it seems you’re enjoying yourself, little filly. Why don’t you just submit, and become our pet?” Spitfire snickered as she grabbed the wire with the rod with her teeth, and gave it a gentle tub while moving her head slightly left and right to have it wiggle along inside Scootaloo. Scootaloo’s sensitivity was clear as she began to flinch, take sharp breaths, and moan to every movement. “So cute...I want a taste of that.” She then slowly pulls the rod out, causing Scootaloo’s pussy to wink just a little faster as Scootlaoo herself looks to Spitfire in horror.

“No, stop! STOP! STOP! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO! YOU’RE NOT...NGHHAHAHAHEHEHEAHAHA!” The nubs that still remained on Scootaloo activated once more, sending her into another wave of uncontrollable laughter as Spitfire adjusts her little body for tongue penetration. And then, with a gentle wiggling tongue, she slips it inside and begins lick inside the folds of Scootaloo’s pussy. She nibbles at her clit, stretches her tongue deep into Scootaloo, and slurps up her filly juices. All the while Scootaloo was still suffering in screaming laughter and horrible moans.

“Oh Celestia, I can feel her squeezing on my tongue!” Spitfire mused as Scootaloo’s giggles caused her to clench on her tongue, allowing her to taste all around the insides of Scootaloo easier while sending wave of wave of pleasure into the tortured filly. After a few more moments, the nubs are shut off. The moment they were, Scootaloo’s laughter turned into a scream, followed by heavy moans and deep breaths, her eyes glassing over and rolling back as the pleasure immediately began to overcome her. All she could say was “Stop….Stop….Stop….Stop….haanngh….Stopngghh.”

“You heard the filly, Bark. You had your fun, and you have a colt you get to play with later, so don’t spoil this one for me. I’ll be releasing the gas when you come back, so hurry up, ok?” Said Soarin through the intercom.

“Ugh… Yeah, yeah. A deal is a deal.” Spitfire groaned as she finally let go of Scootaloo, and began to remove the rest of the nubs on her body. “Prepare yourself kid, you’re gonna have one heck of a time.” Spitfire says, with only a lament that she didn’t get to finish her off, and heads off to the door and out of the room. “Heh, sorry about that, got a little too into it.”

“No problem, just means I get to use our captain’s saliva as lube.” Soarin laughed before looking to Spitfire with a slightly worried look. “And this gas only affects mares, right?”

“Yep, and the other version only affects stallions. Developed to safely take down any rebelling force without injury. Who knew it could be used for stuff like this, right? Even weirder that for the mare version, stallion cum makes you immune to it. Preeetttyy weird, heh.” Spitfire said as she flicked a switch on the console “Y’know, those dog ears don’t really make you look any different. Do you really got a roleplay at this point? She already knows this is all wrong.”

“Eh” Soarin shrugged “Might as well finished what we started, right? Just… you’re not gonna make me clean your cum up, are ya?”

“I should, but nah, I’ll just have the janitor do it and say it’s just spilled liquid sugar or something.” Spitfire said with a sigh “Just make it look good, ok?”

“Oh, I will… Just want to wait a little first. I wanna see how she reacts to the gas.” Soarin says, observing Scootaloo through the window.

Scootaloo laid there on her back, head resting on the floor, deeply panting, shivering, weak, betrayed, crying. Her body was feeling things she never felt before. The tickling was horrible, but the feeling of that rod… And Spitfire’s tongue. Maybe it was the good feelings that tingled inside her, or the fact it made the tickling stop for a few moments, but it didn’t feel all too bad… Wait… what was she thinking?! No, it was wrong, Twilight and Rainbow Dash has told her before such things are wrong! This whole test was about not giving in. But… It wasn’t a test, was it? Spitfire and Soarin… They were these ‘foal rapists’  she’s heard about. Ponies who take advantage of innocent foals and do horrible things to them. They keep them in basements too, to use for later, and that was going to be her fate. No! She couldn’t let it happen! She slowly rolled to her side, but found it hard to stand. She managed to, but very slowly. “Gotta…. Get… Out…” She panted out as she looked around. But… Everything started to look pink and hazy, as some sort of bright bubblegum colored gas seemed to seep through the vents. W-were they gassing her?! Were they poisoning her?! Scootaloo’s body became only partly revigored as she sat in place and held her breath. She darted her eyes around, and tried to find a way to escape. But all there was was the door, which she couldn’t use due to her rapists being on the other side. “No way out, no way out! I gotta… Hold on” Scootaloo was losing it, she was about to take a breath, she couldn’t hold on forever!

And then finally, she took a heavy breath, gasping for air. She then held on to her neck with a gasp, expecting to drop dead. But… “Huh? Nothing? It’s… Nothing?” Scootaloo said as she looked at her hooves “...Maybe, I can use the vents to escape then. Since this gas isn’t doing anything. Hehe~” Scootaloo said with a soft titter, which made her suddenly feel tense. Did she just giggle? Did she giggle because she had a way to escape? Or that she went nuts? Or was it something else. “Don’t think about it Scootaloo, just ngheee…  Haha, what  the?” Scootaloo couldn’t help but grin, but why?! Why was she suddenly letting out tiny giggles? She wasn’t going nuts, was she? No, she had to try now, or else they might notice. She spread her wings, and tried to hover upwards towards the vent. She was flapping harder than she ever had before, actually beginning to make some height. But then, her body tensed it’s own, and she let out a big belly laugh that sent her back to the ground. “Hahaha! What’s going onhahahah!” Scootaloo scrambled to get back up, snickering to herself for no reason. She tried bringing her hooves to her lips, but she still found everything rather funny for some reason. Why?! Unless… “It’s haha… The gashehehe! It’s some sort ofhahaha! NGhahaha! NOOHAHA!” Scootaloo burst out in false hilarity, her fear masked by laughter. She ran to the door like some sort of giggling drunk and began to slam her little hooves on it. “LET ME OUTHAHAHA! HAHEHELET ME GOHAHAHA! I’LLHAHAH DIE LAUGHINGHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE ITHAHEHEHE!!” Indeed, she already had sore sides from all that tickling.

Finally, the door opened quickly, sending Scootaloo rolling backwards and onto her belly. But being stuck in perpetual laughter, she just found herself rolling on the floor, unable to contain herself. When she looked up, she could see Soarin, at full mast. Even with her smile, her eyes were pleading for it all to stop.

“Awww, look at you, Scoots. You look pretty happy to see me.” Soarin said with a slick evil smile, stepping closer to the filly as Scootaloo tried to focus on sliding backwards on her back. “Looks like you’ve been having a good time.”

“AHAHAHA, PLEEEASEHEHE. NO MOREHAHAHA! MAKE IT STHAHAHAP!” Scootaloo begged within her tortured frenzied laughter. Every breath she managed to take only worsened the effects of the gas, to a point she was laughing more than breathing. Hell, when she coughed, it allowed her to take a small breath before being hit with another bout of giggles. Even worse, she was too physically weak from all that giggling to even fight back, the perfect prey.

“Make it stop? Why? It looks like you’re having a good time.” Soarin said with a chuckle “Although, I can make it stop.”

“PLEEEASHEHEHEHE!” Scootaloo said, before falling back in shaking laughter, drooling and spitting at this point.

“Sure… All I gotta do is fuck you, that’s all. The only cure to the gas is either thirty minutes out of exposure, or stallion cum. And considering I’m not letting you out of this room, it’s gonna have to be the latter.” Soarin said, licking his lips after seeing Scootaloo’s winking pussy. God, she looked so cute laughing like that. A giggly little cocksock.

“NOOOHAHAHA! I CAN’T! HAHAHA! NOOOHAHAHA! PLEASEHEHAHAHA! IT’S WRONNGHAAHAHAHAHA! JUST LET ME GOOOOHAHAHAHA!” Scootaloo pleaded.

“Ain’t happening. So you gotta make a choice. I don’t think a pony could survive overexposure to this gas, your heart will give out or you’ll just choke with a cute little smile on your face. So… Do you want it to stop? Just say ‘Please rape me, Mr. Soarin’” It was almost time…. Time to take in a Filly’s virginity.

Scootaloo just lost herself in her laughter in a moment, barely thinking, giving in to despair as her tears of laughter became heavier tears of sorrow. Her mane and tail were utterly displaced, her eyes red, as were her cheeks. If she didn’t do this, she’d die in here. She had no choice. “AHAHAHA, OK, OK, HAHAHAH DO IT!”

“Ah ah, what do you say?” Soarin said with a tease.

“HAHAHAHA PLEASEHAHAHA RA-RAPE MEHEHEHEHE, MR. SOARINEHEHEHEH!” Scootaloo screamed out.

“There we go.” Soarin finally made his move, and flipped the laughing filly onto her belly, using his own wings has hands to both flip her and hold her in place. He could feel it, the little filly struggle in his wings with laughter and some resistance. And that pussy! It was winking for him. His dick, it was rather huge, to the point that when he brought it to her entrance, it wouldn’t exactly go in, even with it already soaking wet and lubed up for him. “Ah geez, this might hurt, Scootaloo, that ok? Ah, I’m sure with all that giggling that you won’t feel a thing. Here I go!” And so he pushed in as hard as he could, Scootaloo’s eyes widening as her laughter only gave way for a moment of whimpering pain.  “Ogh, dang! T-tight fit!  Come on, Come on..!” Soarin said as he pushed himself out, then back in. Every penetration, at first, was difficult. But holy shit, did it feel amazing. With Scootaloo’s heavy laughter, she was wildly clenching her pussy tightly at random intervals with a force tighter than what she’d be able to do at normal, and it was already causing Soarin to moan whenever he felt the upper part of his shaft squeezed upon. “Oh dang! Oh man! Scootaloo, Ungh, You’re so cute! So amazing! Hnngh..!” 

“HAHAAHAHA! HEHEHAHA! PLEASEHEHEHA! STHAHAP! IT HURTHHAHA! IT NHGHEHEHE! I CAN’T TAKE ITHEHEHAHAHA!” Scootaloo was losing her mind,. The gas, and the large penis in her, forcing it’s way inside her, it was all too much for her to take. At first, the pain was unbelievable, but as Soarin kept on, it only became a small pleasure to mask the agonizing torture of the unending laughter.  In and out, she could hear Soarin in pure bliss while she was in pure hell. Her laughter, however, began to die down to whimpers and hiccups as it seemed even precum of a stallion had a rather strong effect on the gas. She was tittering, moaning, and crying as Soarin increased his speed… And yet.

“Dang, this position is too uncomfy, you’re way too small for this. Hold on…” Soarin slid out, causing Scootaloo to let out a tittering yelp of pleasure. Soarin repositioned himself on his back, looking at his long shaft dripping with filly juices, admiring the shine of it. “Alright, Scootaloo, time for a ride!” He reached over and grabbed onto Scootaloo, who was too weak to even move, looking to Soren with a false smile, eyes full of pain. She had finally stopped laughing, only tittering at this point due to the resistance the precum had brought her.

“Pl-please… Stop… N-no more… No NGHHAAA!” Sorin, having none of it, sits Scootaloo on his cock, standing full mast straight up, using her as a fleshy sock to bring himself to orgasm.

“Much better, just gonna lay down here and finish this off…. Hmm.. Ahhh…” As he began to pump Scootaloo up and down his shaft using his wings has hands on her sides, he began to notice the gas did indeed seem to be wearing off on her. He was still panting from pleasure, while noticing Scootaloo herself finally seemed to be enjoying it at some capacity. Indeed, at this point, every pump brought Scootaloo unwanted bliss that she only enjoyed because it numbed her pain. She was barely speaking, limp like a doll, her eyes barely open as she moaned with every bounce. But Soarin? After feeling how she felt when she was laughing, he had to get her to squeeze randomly on his cock some more. So using the tip of his hand like wings, he began to wiggle his feathers like fingers on Scootaloo’s sides. Immediately, the filly broke into weak and tired laughter,

“Nooohahaha! Sthahahap! I was feelinghahaha g-gooodhahaha! Sthahahap!” Scootaloo giggled weakly, struggling hard to try to escape his grasp. But holy shit, in this position, Soarin found himself bringing his head back as his hips pushed up. Scootaloo’s struggling on his cock, bouncing up and down involuntarily, squeezing on it. It was the best fuck he had ever had. 

“OH SHIT! OH, CELESTIA! OH MAAN! OOGH, SCOOTALOO!” Soarin yelled out to his little cocksock, tickling and pumping her on his cock over and over, feeling himself build up, his cock filling up and expanding into the wildly contracting pussy it found itself in. Even further, Scootaloo began to kick her hind legs even more as she began to groan and yelp inbetween giggles. They were both close, ohh so close. “A-AGGHHHHMMNNN!” Soarin, had finally stopped tickling the filly, too fixated on reaching his endpoint. With the tickling done, Scootaloo finally gave in to wild moaning of her own, the pleasure overwhelming her brain, even enough to stop the pain that plagued her. 

“ANNNGGHHHH!” Both filly and stallion screamed as stallion cum splurted out of Scootaloo’s pussy, filling her womb enough to cause a slight bulge. It was the most intense pleasure either of them had ever felt, causing Sorin to lay on his side with the filly still attached to his dick. Scootaloo didn’t even feel the thud on her head when she came down, she was lost, lost to the horrid traumatizing experience she had just felt, and the only reprieve that came with that final moment.  Even as Sorin slipped out of her, cum just spilling down from her pussy, she laid there, just… breathing, muttering “...n-no more pain...please, keep making me feel good…”

Soarin took a deep breath as he began to stand, looking to the fallen and shaking little filly. He was satisfied, and he knew he’d have to play with her again at some point. “Oh, we will Scootaloo, just gotta get your new room set up first. For now, you can hang out here, I’ll even shut off the gas so you don’t have a really good time without us.” He walked over to her and leaned down, giving her a long lick on the cheek that she barely reacted to. “Seeya around. And try to smile more, will ya?”